With the open sight lines of the flat sands, it's possible to trace out the full area of Boogey's rescue by the displaced Digimon scattered around. Some are staying put, some are wandering, some are grouping up, and some are starting to fight.

None of them notice her immediately.

The Boogeyman produces a very loud, very shrill whistle that carries over the plain.

Dozens of Digimon break off whatever they're doing and turn to face the whistle.

"Hey, there's the X-Program!," says a talking tree-snag.

    "That can't be the X-Program, I'm immune to the X-Program," says a wolf with spiky wing-shaped protrusions.

        "How would the X-Program be in Silicon Limbo anyway?," asks some sort of excavation equipment.

She climbs on top of Boogey, and calls out, "We're not the X-Program!" which carries farther than it should but perhaps not to everyone.

She starts riding towards them.

Her leonine follower speaks up. "The child is correct. She and her partner have saved us from the X-Program, at least for now."

(A murmur passes around: "A child!" "A child." "We're saved!" "Personally, I don't believe in children." "A child, though!")

"I don't know that I got everyone. But, yeah, s'long as you don't mess with the dreams or the Sandman or the First Mage, here's safe. I can put people back in the other world, if they want to go, but I don't know that that program thing won't happen again. What was that?"

"The X-Program is the final reaper of the known world. King Drasil ordered an evacuation of one percent of the population, then left it to kill off the rest of us. I know not what form it takes. No one has seen it and survived."

    ("I did!," says a cactus with a hat.)

"No one without the X-Antibody has seen it and survived."

"It was like eyes opening upon the trees, watching me, for a time," the Boogeyman says. 

"That's really bad, killing all those people..." Nausicaa seems overwhelmed. "We need to stop it."

"Most whom it would kill are already dead, but some can yet be saved. The X-Program cannot be all places at once.

"If you cannot fight it head on, you might travel ahead and conduct your own evacuation, or you might seek some way to disrupt it, or to spread the immunity beyond the few who have it.

"If you are confident in your speech, you might even seek to persuade the King to call off his program. But I do not think it wise to come to his attention before you must."

"I can imagine things, too. I made Boogey. I might've made some other stuff. I - don't know how to get specific things. But I might be able to do something weird? But yeah evacuating - that's easy. Kind of."

"Can you make the X-Antibody?," asks an armored rhinoceros. "Only if you could make enough for all of us, we'd all be safe and you could move on to the next."

    ("I'm already safe," gripes the wolf. "What did you bring me here for anyway?")

"This is the dream world. The X-program can't get here," she says, "But it'd be nice if you guys could go home. And - I can't make the antibody, but I could probably make a blanket that'd be safety? Like how Boogey is fear."

"And Boogey was just grabbing people really fast 'cause we didn't have time."

"I would take safety," says the rhino.

    "I would too," says the excavator.

        "Me too, me too!," says the cactus.

            "You're already safe, prickstick," says the tree snag.

        "Well safety's always good," it replies.

"I'll wanna test that it works against normal kindsa danger first," she says. "But once it's tested imagining things is pretty fast?"

"Then I will accept the risk. What must I do?"

"I'll do the thing."

She closes her eyes and scrunches up her face, and imagines safety, like being wrapped in Boogey's shadows, like a warm heavy blanket keeping the screaming wind out, like friends and her nanny and everyone who's ever protected her - 

This is the dream world. In the real world, Nausicaa once made a whole entire person.

Nausicaa is exceptionally more powerful here.

It feels rather like getting hugged by the world's best armor, except that armor is made of very friendly shadows.

A cloak of shadows rolls over Leomon's shoulders, spilling down his back and pooling around his feet, where it ripples and cavorts to its own imagined winds.

(The tree snag whistles and exclaims, "Snazzy duds!")

"Awesome!" Nausicaa says, clapping. "It worked!"

"Well done, Chosen Child," says the rhino, kneeling its front legs to her.

    ("Okay, maybe I believe in children a little bit," says the drill-nosed creature.)

"Thank you," she says. "Though we should still test it, I think, and then I can make everyone safe."

Leomon extends his off arm towards Boogey.

Sharp stabby shadows, that are stopped entirely by Leomon's cloak.

"It works!" 

And knowing this - it's power.

Nausicaa takes a deep breath and draws a blanket over everyone she can see. They'll be safe and cozy and en-shadowed...

"Aww heck yes!," says the shadow-cloaked cactus-being, amid the general murmur of approval. Some of the other creatures start experimentally testing each other's safety.